It fits like a glove. The feeling heightens awareness, sharpens thinking, making the future a little less murky. Immersing myself back into who I once was. The darkness just simply wraps around me as it once did. The cold and calculating mind.
Got selected for PGS. Presidential Gun Salute. For National Day Parade. Means weekend burns. I doubt the group would have understood how it feels like to waste your weekend. And have people abandon you. Not likely. Perhaps it was a good choice to leave. Attachment never was a strong subject for me. Everything I cling onto. Give my effort and love, I get cast aside. Always burning my own hands. I still love the past but its already gone. I doubt its even remembered.
Working alone yet again. Not something new, but still it feels rather awkward. Since it was the way it was before, I might as well be the way I was. Lol. Going to have the worst Birthday in my life. Perhaps other lousier ones more to come. Can't even get an off on the day itself. End up having to stay in camp to rehearse the stupid Change Of Command. Maybe girls should go NS for a while. Understand the guy's position in certain aspect of life. At least, they can see a better picture.
Haiz. Some part of me still lives on. Struggling to keep the flame alive. The one that gives people second chances. The one that loves his passion very much. The one where music gives him life. The one that is slowly dying inside. Who shall remember that such a person even existed. I'd bet my life. The answer is 'none'.
The person that my JC life people know. Shall probably cease to exist. Soon.
12:54 am;
N {PROFILE}
Norman Woon
21 Years Young
Male
27/03/1987
MJS, MSS, CJC(rox)
